MissMeliss | December 24, 2008
One in the morning, and I’m sitting in the dark blogging, even though I have to be awake at 4:30. We have friends sleeping in the guest room. A packing glitch in San Jose stranded them in DFW for the night, and it would be wrong to make anyone stay in an airport hotel at [...]
MissMeliss | December 22, 2008
I meant to post this yesterday, but got sidetracked. Holidailies was asking for the ideal Christmas weather report the other day. I know this, because the prompt was my suggestion. My own ideal weather is sort of Camelot-esque. Not the actual Camelot, and not the Kennedy-era version either, but the musical. “The rain may never [...]
MissMeliss | November 30, 2008
The brooch had been in our family forever, handed down from mother to daughter on the eve of her eighteenth birthday. At first glance, the color made it look like a cameo, but in reality the image was not a single profile, but three sisters: arms linked, skirts a-twirl, hearts free from any burdens.
MissMeliss | November 20, 2008
Some men’s memory is like a box where a man should mingle his jewels with his old shoes.
~George Savile
Louisa May Alcott wrote, in Jo March’s voice, of the treasure boxes Jo and her sisters kept in the attic. Part real, and part metaphor, these collected the essence of each of the four “Little Women.”
“Jo” [...]
MissMeliss | November 9, 2008
I don’t want to own anything until I know I’ve found the place where me and things belong together. I’m not quite sure where that is just yet. But I know what it’s like…. It’s like Tiffany’s…. Not that I give a hoot about jewelry. Diamonds, yes. But it’s tacky to wear diamonds before [...]